LAND!!!!! HOORAH I WILL WRITE LATER
…Well, It’s later, which means its actually Tuesday and we’re getting back on the boat (ship) to move on to Honolulu, so allow me to recap. I had to go back and add ship in there because apparently it’s wrong to call it a boat; ship’s carry smaller boats, boats only carry people.
So anyway I woke up at like 530ish to shower and check in with my passport or whatever business we have to do before we eat breakfast and then run to land, couldn’t find my ID card for awhile, that was mildly annoying, yadadaddada.
Ummmm I was buzzing around Kayln and another friend Sarah and we went with a group on this tour that took us to Akaka Falls (I may have been there before, I think..), the Mauna Loa Macademia Nut Factory, and the black sand beach. There was a man outside of the Akaka Falls trail crafting things from palm leaves, and our driver ordered a hat, which turned out really cool, and this is going to turn out to be a very eyeroller-y chronicle of my most trivial and sometimes unneccessary meanderings but it is more for my record so that I can read it every now and then and get these pictures really deeply imbedded in my brain so that by the time I’m 80 my mind will have travelled certain paths so often that my memory will just be simply AWESOME. Um anyway we got back on the bus, and our driver, who was kind of a Hispanic (?) dude along with his Hispanic but quieter dude brother, made a lot of comments about how girls in certain cars were really hot especially if the car was taller than yours, and how hunting wild pigs is harder than you might think, and how annoying people should be hung from trees like Christmas tree ornaments (or, I suppose, hanging dead people), and how there aren’t any tigers on Hawaii, but there is actually one at the zoo and his name is Namaste and he would like to shoot him. So that was the driver. As for the tour we got some samples and some ice cream at the Mauna Loa place, and we hung around the black sand beach and I waded some and it was sooooo pretty. Speaking of wading Nat’s roommate is from Canada and his name is Wade and he is proverbially the nicest sh*t ever. Okay.
Then the tour dude(s) took us back, and we hopped on a bus to Walmart and it was magical and I bought some reeses and gum and sunflower seeds to sustain me (hardly) for the sad and tedious onship treks between countries and freedom, and I also bought some mask-making materials that my professor had outlined on a shopping list for the various countries. After Walmart Sarah and some other SAS-ers Emily and Scott went to get lunch at a local joint; I personally bought a mahi mahi burger and it was figgity fine. As we were walking back one of the waiters came running after us because one of our guys had left his card in the restaurant – which was entirely nice of him and signs of incredible and good karma. We went back to the boat, had a little mishap because the wood varnish I was told to buy for masks wasn’t allowed on the boat and they were probably going to throw it out, I went to my room and dropped stuff off and then met Sarah and Scot and another student Tyler and we headed out for anywhere on foot, presumably a beach that we could sleep on. Which would be cool, cause I also bought a tiny fleece sleeping bag at Walmart, but possibly not cool because it is soooper thin. But also fleece.
We took a break and walked along this one thing that is made of rocks and possibly called a Jetty/Jeti/?? before continuing on our way. We walked for awhile towards Richardson beach (actually the same black sand beach we were at before) and halfway along got a free taxi ride from a friendly Hawaiian taxi driver who was heading that way anyway. His people cancelled on him though, which I guess sucked. Once there we ran into some other SAS-ers, hung out for awhile and then ordered some pizzas and a liter of Coke to have on the beach while we identified each others mostly obvious movie quotes. Everyone kind of changed their minds about sleeping on the beach cause some people were getting chilly and such, so we headed back, to be picked up along the way by a pickup truck of friendly Hawaiians. The ten of us piled in, and then we accumulated three more students before we ultimately reached port. Technical hitchhike, right? That’s a lot of how people have been getting around in Hawaii, people are so friendly. By noon Ben Mullinkossen had already hitchhiked six times. Fun. Jealous. Just throwing that out there.
I got hold of a free Polynesian Cultural center tour through SAS that someone else had discarded, which is cool because I need it for my sociology class, and then tried to find something else to do to finish the evening. Apparently there was a dance on the ship which consisted of only the DJ and his lights and music. It was pretty sily to schedule a dance on everyones first night out in port, but oh well. A bunch of people went to this bar later on that night, and I checked it out but was unconvinced and returned to the ship. Besides, I was entirely exhausted. Pretty Good first day.
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